Chapter 232: The Heaviest Weapon in the World - Tin Iron Point Steel
Huayin County is just a small county town with a small population. The voice of Huayin people who speak the Qin Opera in Guanzhong can still be understood.
Yang Yanrong has never fought an unprepared battle. Since the other party wants to attack and kill, then I will give you a counterattack and kill. I want to see how powerful the killers of this era are.
When he arrived in the city, Yang Yanrong found a pedestrian, asked where the weapon shop was located, and then left straight.
Sang Yuchu asked, "Yang Lang, are you going to buy weapons? I'm afraid there is nothing good in this small place."
Yang Yanrong said: "Weapons are something, but what I want is not a small thing, but to buy some big guys. You will know in a while."
If you have money, what can’t you buy? Yang Yanrong searched several shops, but he didn’t see the weapons he liked. As for what kind of weapons he wanted to buy, everyone was puzzled, but he still paid attention to it carefully.
I was afraid that a little loophole would appear, so that I could have some leftovers.
When he walked to the last weapon shop on the street, even Yang Yanrong was a little disappointed. Grandma's, these weapons were almost the same as using them to chop wood, but they were still a little dull when used to kill people!
This is a shop with extremely ragged buildings. The owner of the shop is an old man in his fifties. He is hunched over and waves a big iron hammer and is working hard to hit the big red discus. Yang Yanrong can't help but be surprised.
, This big hammer must be about 200 pounds, no matter how hard it is, this old man actually has such great strength?
The skin on his face and hands looked like the yellow-brown color that was unique after years of smoke and fire, and his hair and beard were all gray. However, his eyes were very bright. When he saw Yang Yanrong and his group coming, the old man just nodded.
Continue to hammer again.
"Boss, do you have a little bigger weapon?" Yang Yanrong saw a few black iron pears, hammers and other items placed on the wooden table next to him. Although they looked extremely rough, they were more bulky.
When I heard that I was here to buy weapons, I didn't raise my head: "There is something in the house, you can choose it yourself. I'm busy!"
Yang Yanrong smiled bitterly, and you are the ones who do business like this, I am afraid that ordinary people will run away when they hear it, shake their heads, and go to the open door behind him.
The old man nodded secretly and continued to hammer, and the jingling sound came from afar.
"Brother Yang, these weapons are at least much better than those I saw before!" Ke'er smiled and picked up a long knife, stretched out her fingers to bounce it, and a crisp metal sound came from her smile, and she said, "Well,
This knife is good!”
Yang Yanrong shook his head and continued to search. Everyone was talking about his suggestions, but Yang Yanrong completely rejected them. What kind of weapons he was looking for? No one knew.
Suddenly, Yang Yanrong's eyes lit up, and he walked straight towards the dark beam in the corner of the house, exclaiming a tsk in his mouth, saying, "This weapon is the best!"
Everyone was surprised. Can this thing be called a weapon? It is clearly a big iron stick! It grows two meters away, one pillar and the other on the roof. If you didn't look at the other end of the roof carefully
If that's the case, no one can tell that it is an iron gun. The gun that is as thick as a teacup is randomly coated with a layer of yellow mud. Perhaps it was because of too long that the yellow mud fell off and it was exposed.
The true appearance in the mud.
Yang Yanrong laughed and said, "I want this gun!"
"Well, Brother Yang, are you moving?" Zhao Hu's eyes widened, and he looked at his brother Yang in disbelief and walked around the iron stick. He swallowed and said:
"That gun is afraid it won't be less than a thousand pounds!"
"Hu Zi, go and call the boss in, just say this gun, let's buy it!" Yang Yanrong liked it more and more. This was a weapon tailor-made for himself! Grandma's, holding this gun,
Scan it over and it’s really like a large number of pictures!
Zhao Hu nodded and after going out, he led the old man in. The old man glanced at Yang Yanrong, his eyes immediately narrowed and said, "Customer, this gun is not sold in our store, you should choose another one.
!This is a thing passed down from my Zhang family, I am really sorry."
Yang Yanrong smiled slightly, took out a large stack of silver notes from his arms, and said, "There are two thousand taels of silver here, how about buying your gun?"
The old man didn't even look at the silver notes, frowned and said, "I'm sorry, this gun, the old man really can't sell it!"
Yang Yanrong nodded, added another 2,000 taels to go in, and said with a smile: "I must buy this gun. Boss, I will give you as much as you want. If it is not enough, I can add it.
Until you are satisfied.”
The old man still shook his head. He glanced at Yang Yanrong and sighed: "Customer, it's not that the little old man won't buy it. It's really my Zhang family's ancestral teachings, and the little old man dare not disobey it. If the guy really wants it, as long as you
If he could take this gun, the old man gave it to the guest officer and did not take any money! How about it?"
Yang Yanrong laughed and said, "Are you serious?"
"Take it seriously!" The old man looked at him with a smile and said, "This gun is a steel gun with iron dots. The body and head of the gun are all made of pure iron. It weighs 1,200 kilograms. Since then, the gun has been cast
Since then, no one has ever asked. Guest, do you still have to try it now?"
Yang Yanrong rubbed his hands and smiled and said, "Try, why not? Boss, please bring you a piece of wood that is equivalent to this gun, otherwise I will take this gun in a while, I am afraid that your house will collapse."
How could the old man believe it? He shook his head and called Zhao Hu. After a while, the two of them came over with a thick piece of wood, which was just the right length.
Yang Yanrong moved his bones, raised the wood with one hand and slowly stood it up, forming a row with the iron-dotted steel gun.
The old man's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the guest's posture, could he really lift this gun? If this is the case, that would be great. If the ancestors of the Zhang family had a spirit to learn about this,
It is inevitable that he will smile. It is because of this gun that the Zhang family lost all their face in Huayin City. Whenever they see this gun, the old man will think of the ridicule of the neighbors around him, wasting so much good iron
, but it's a guy that cannot be used. What's the use of keeping it? It's better to melt it early.
The Zhang family made a living by scrambling irons for several generations. In the previous dynasty, there was a blacksmith in the Zhang family's ancestor who had a sudden idea to cast the heaviest weapon in the world, but it was a joke and was called a joke.
After casting it, it hung on the city gate and asked someone to test the gun. As a result, over the past decades, countless people raised the gun, and no one could move it. The blacksmith Zhang was angry but immediately set his last words.
In the future, anyone who can carry this iron-spotted steel gun will give it to you, and you must not be bought and melted. For a breath, more than ten generations of the Zhang family have strictly guarded Zhang's blacksmith's.
The last words, hundreds of years have passed, but no one can move.
Everyone held their breath and watched Yang Yanrong slowly put his hands on the iron-dotted steel gun.